キー: C minor
Verse 1
Dm
F
Dm
Em
SK, Sha, bout time you let
these niggas know
Asus4
What you really bout,
Dm
F
Em
Dm
know I'm saying
It's Slow Loud And Bangin',
Em
all these mark ass niggas
Am
F
Dm
We bringing the real back,
street shit
Gangsta shit,
F
fin to put you hoes in your place
Dm
Em
Am
A pair of fresh pressed Khakis,
F
Dm
and Chucks will do me fine
I provide promethazyne, so
Em
please pour out that whine
Dm
F
But don't waste it on my new shoestrings,
bitch I bang
Dm
My bold laces, match the same color
Em
of my flag that hangs (damn)
Dm
I stay G to the T, E to the B
Em
Dm
H to the C,
F
Dm
Em
Am
Dm
the streets raised me properly
Block monopoly,
F
always some shit in the block
Em
Am
Cali building got naughty,
Em
Dm
knocked off Big Glock
F
Dm
Em
Dm
Had to call up Reese's,
got guns to dock
F
He done called his connect,
Dm
Em
Am
Dm
and picked up a new stock
F
Dm
These broke ass niggas,
F
ain't nothing but peasants
Dm
Em
Wrap a nigga ass up,
like Christmas presents
Am
Dm
These nig gas ain't G's,
these niggas is wussies
F
Em
Get your lips off my dick,
Am
Dm
F
and go eat you some pussy
Dm
F
I ain't worried bout
Dm
a bitch, she can kiss my ass
Em
Am
The only time I come to fuck,
F
Dm
F
Dm
is when I can't get cash
Em
Keep your mind off mines,
Am
F
Dm
and build up your stash
Em
All blunts rolled up,
Asus4
Am
Dm
F
Dm
Em
endo in hash
Asus4
Dm
Em
Dm
Out of a bitch ass nigga,
I'll make a believer
F
Dm
Em
Have these niggas catching bullets,
like wide receivers
Am
Dm
Bitch I hit a lick, bought
Am
a Lac hit a switch
You can ask these niggas trick,
F
Dm
Em
S.L.A.B. the shit
Just because playas get chose,
Am
you wan' grab your bitch
Dm
I bet nine out of ten,
we can have the bitch
Am
I never been a thug, till I graduated to one
Dm
Am
And never shot a slug, till
I got my hands on a gun
Em
Dm
These niggas be fraud and fake,
and ain't never been worthy
Em
Got me feeling like Jordan,
dumping 23 in they jersey
Am
I'm sick and I'm slick,
Dm
F
I run with gang bangers and jackers
Dm
Frame plackers and bad actors, being
watched by them crackers
Am
I'm running through plex with
Dm
plex, like I'm Randy Moss
Em
You run in my house,
your head I'm fin to be knocking it off
Am
And fucking your spouse,
Dm
with nuts running all in her mouth
That bitch'll get tossed,
like a drop top slab in the South
F
Dm
God damn cause here I go again,
Em
Am
cooking and flipping dope again
Ten bricks in the do' again, ready
Dm
to hit the road again
F
Trae done just wrecked the flow again,
Am
lyrically I'm a ass
F
I'm sick of these roaching nig
Dm
Em
gas, trying to get inside of my stash
Bitch it ain't gon happen,
Am
fuck rapping cause I'ma get you
Dm
And have your mama in church, word
for word reading scriptures
F
Don't let me grab the chrome,
Dm
Em
and break up a happy home
Am
Dm
Long as I'm getting my hustle on,
ain't nothing wrong
Now all my music,
ain't just good wordplay
Listen real close,
niggas feel ery'thing I say
F
Dm
Play it smart,
Em
you can get your days dark
Dm
Them K's spark and break you apart,
F
nigga so don't start
Dm
You don't wanna end your
life, on a bad note
Get lost in gun smoke, niggas
better take notes
From neopacknol, you ain't
getting nothing back
Plus the new Cadillac,
22's under that
Em
7- 1- 3, niggas better move out
Walk a straight line,
Am
Yung Redd keep his tool out
Dm
Yeah, it's not a game
know I'm saying
The world is crooked, my niggas is straight
F
Dm
Em
My nigga,
Am
it's time to make this shit known
Dm
F
Dm
S Dub, V is finally
F
Dm
Em
in the Screw zone
It took a minute,
G
Dm
A
but you know we had to find home
Dm
Too many funny niggas,
F
acting like they wasn't wrong
Dm
Em
Jump fly with a vulture,
get your brains blown
Am
You Donny Brasco, me my
Dm
nigga I'm Al Kapone
Am
Dm
We take private flights,
you niggas never leave home
Fifteen hundred,
F
Dm
plus I gotta get some thoed dome
Em
I fuck's, with the S.U.Cizzy
Moving these tapes, with the B.U.Dizzy
Dm
Vulture piece spin, until I O- Dizzy
A thoed mouthpiece,
F
Dm
make pimping so easy
Em
Bat a hoe up,
Dm
F
Em
like my nigga named Geezy
Dm
Repping the Dub, with S.L.A.Beezie
Joseph rain, I'm here to put black
C
eyes in the game
Dm
C
Wouldn't give a fuck about rapping,
F
Dm
Em
I'm a gangsta you know my name
Am
F
Dm
Am
Dm
F
Some people call me the crooked,
Dm
Em
some people call me the Don
Dm
Some people call me heartless,
F
Am
cause if it's beef I'll smoke your mom's
Dm
Em
And your papa and your uncle Eddy,
Dm
nigga this war for real
Em
Dm
Am
F
C
I suggest you go get your people ready,
Em
C
cause I'ma slide by and fuck a driveby
I'ma throw my shit in park,
F
and straight up hopping out
Dm
Em
Sound like applause in the streets,
all these Uzi shells dropping out
Dm
Fuck with Mr. McVey, and diiiie
F
Am
Repping it like Southsive for live,
fo' liiife
Dm
I pistol grip, with motherfuckers
at all times
Em
Navy blue up in the Regal,
Am
Dm
leaning to the left side
2- wheeling down South McGregor, bending
Em
corners in the Tre
Am
No license or insurance,
Dm
but I ain't legal anyway
Gon jump on the bun,
Em
cause my warrant got a color
Am
One love to Yukmouth, in uniting
Dm
the ghettos we all gutter
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